[Ada Dyer] Ooh, Yeah Everyday I think of love Thank the angels up from above They sent you into my world Baby, let me be your girl Lying in the silken sheets I think of ways that we might meet I'd be so good by your side Baby, let me be your bride 'Cus I been going so wrong And I'm thinkin' maybe, baby You're the one to make me right Baby, can you see? You're my fantasy [Ronnie Gent] Joey was a travellin' man On a lane with a face like a baby As you worked the night shift In the bright lights down On Washington As she filled the ketchup jars She looked at him like a rising sun Shining down on his dark star Shining for the love you want 'Cos he's been going so wrong And he's thinkin' maybe, baby You're the one to make me right Yeah, yeah [Both] Baby, can't you see? You're my fantasy Maybe she likes reading Wittgenstein Fancy dinners, drinking good red wine Simple living, in our own RV Could it be that you're exactly like me? Oh yeah [Guitar solo: Vernon Reid] [Saxophone solo] Baby, can't you see? (Oh baby, baby, baby) You're my fantasy Baby, can't you see? (You are my fantasy!) You're my fantasy (Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah!) Baby, can't you see? (You're my fantasy! Oh you are my fantasy!) You're my fantasy (Baby!) (x4) Baby, can't you see? (Can't you see?) (x3) You're my fantasy (You're my fantasy! Oh you are my fantasy!)